Wow The Golden King Novels & Stories

I've seen them enough times to know I'll never stop seeing them, even when I close my own. Gold. Pure, molten gold, the kind of color that doesn't exist in ordinary men, the kind that belongs only to something ancient and something royal. The eyes of a Lycan king. A king the kingdom above still mourns as dead, twenty-two years later. A king whose funeral was attended by thousands, whose memory has been carved into stone monuments in three different cities, whose name is spoken only in hushed, grieving tones by anyone old enough to remember him. A king who is, in fact, still very much alive — chained in the dark, beneath the feet of the man who stole everything from him and calls it love. Ben

I’m shifting out of the borders. “Then I’ll get back to training.” he added, giving me a flying kiss which I rolled my eyes at. He didn’t give me any quote though. Atter shifting into my brown wolf behind a wide enough tree trunk, I bit the clothes and ran as fast as I could towards the borders that was shimmering with silver majestic glitters. The King’s palace has the golden ones. It was said to be so beautiful but rumours suspect the good one was replaced with a different color which resembles its Alpha which was the Lycan King.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

King. Mr.King didn't even look at it, but opened his thin lips and said, "Give it to her." The staff was shocked, he handed the golden needle to Taotao. An Taotao was stunned to take this set of golden needles, the whole person began to trance, really Mr.King shot to her, that is, she did not flatter? But this set of gold needles is too expensive. When she accepts it, she always feels a little uncomfortable. But if she doesn't accept it, King-san will definitely turn against her again.

he said enthusiastically. "Basileus Kousuke!" he responded, and he paid respect to him. "How are your parents?" King Kausuke asked. They are good, and they have something to give you." He called out to the famulus at the same time. Eight famulus approached carrying two large boxes. "For you, Basileus Kousuke." "Please tell your parents, benigne facis," he said, at the same time it looked inside the box. It is full of gold.

a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand. Then, a man about 6’ 5” inches with dark brown hair, a broad chest and emerald green eyes entered the room. As if he couldn’t help himself, he locks eyes on me. He raises his head and breathes deep. Then he becomes crestfallen as he sits on the throne in the front. “State your business,” The King’s voice doesn’t match his appearance all at. “Hurry now, Joshua.” He looks so macho and scary, but his voice reminds me of the gatekeeper on Wizard of Oz. Very nasal and high.

elder Alfred said " I said I want you to ask them, I will be there when they gives their reply". " But you Highness do you intend taking any of them to the feast you are suppose to attend?" " I have been going to king Akim feast without one. why will I need one now? "the king asked " this is one of the way you can get to know them you Majesty" Alfred replied. ' No can do.This meeting is dismissed"he said glaring at them,daring them to argue with him.

Nobody present knew how much of that terrifying shift was permanent. A herald’s horn blared, echoing off the stone arches. "Presenting His Sovereign Majesty, King Arthur of Asterra! Accompanied by Regent Malakor!" The heavy oak doors swung wide, and the chamber fell into an absolute, breathless hush. Arthur stepped into the hall, looking every inch the legendary monarch. He was dressed in a tailored tunic of deep royal blue, embroidered with intricate gold thread that caught the candlelight, a sapphire-studded crown resting gracefully atop his golden hair. A calm, approachable smile rested on his lips. Beside him, Malakor walked in striking dark royal velvet, his broad shoulders squared, his

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

I looked up. And I shouldn’t have—two reasons. First, he looked every bit the king he was, adorned with a golden vine-like crown that complemented his hair. I was so lost admiring him that I barely noticed I was crossing the courtesy line. Thanks to Diane’s elbow nudging me, I avoided adding “disrespecting the king” to my list of crimes.